1980 - 1990
12 May 1980. Birth. It's fucking weird, or at least I think so. The fucking? I get that part. It's fun—it feels good. But the potential product of it? I mean, think about it: a vagina gets cock-a-doodle-doo'd and then, all of a sudden, a person turns into a car booster seat for another human for 9 months (give or take). And when they come out, you're now responsible for finding out what caused that rash on your child's bottom. I often looked at parents like, "Wow...you two really did that shit." Of course, I love my parents for bringing me into the world. But for a time, Giovanni and Monica de Corleone seemed like weirdo magicians to me. Oh, and my mom popped out my sister 2 years before me and my brother 3 years after me.
July 1988. My father was always a military man, but I finally found out what my mother does. She's was a biochemist. At the time though, I didn't know what the fuck she was researching. I visited her lab once or twice before though.
1991 - 2001
November 1992. At 12 years old, I realized that what I really liked doing was taking things apart just so I can figure out how they worked and then put them back together. If you can understand the individual pieces, then you'll be able to better understand how every piece plays a part in the whole—like 10 different functions coming together to fulfill one purpose.
February 1997. I met this girl. Yolene Jean Pierre. Two damn months, and I was already falling in love with her, and she was okay with the fact that I was also into guys. It was getting pretty serious with her.
June 1997. I became the weirdo magician. Yolene's got pregnant. Fuck, I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't know if I was going to be a good father...but part of me didn't want her to give up the baby. I was going to enlist in the Marines, but after agreeing that we would keep the baby, we decided I should enlist when I was 20.
27 March 1998, 18:37. I stopped thinking pregnancy and birth was weird. It was...beautiful. We named her Monique Ana-Yolene de Corleone. I cried.
12 May 1998. We eloped on my birthday.
July 2000. I enlisted. Fuck, I didn't want to leave Yolene or Monique. I cried again.
2002 - 2012
August 2005. My mother started getting dodgy every time I would call her from my site. My mother was always dedicated to her work, but this was weird behavior even for her.
December 2009 - January 2010. I heard about my mother and father disappearing. My siblings and I took a leave from our separate endeavours to see what the fuck was going on. It pained me to find that my parents were both dead. But my father had blood on his neck.
06 January 2010. My siblings and I found a secret lab mom had been running with subjects still there. One of the fuckers bit me. We had to handle all of it before I returned to work. After a week and a half, I started to feel...different.
February 2010. News of an outbreak went around fast. And before I knew about it...who I was had already started to become a fleeting memory. The last thing I did with some clarity was kill one of my own fellow soldiers because he had found out my secret. And then, I submerged in the River Lethe, seemingly abandoning the life I had.
2011 - 2095
2011 - 2081. I was gone for too long in the River Lethe.
September 2085. Something in me...it began to change. I wasn't sure what it was, but it started to make it feel. I wanted it to do more.
2086 - 2090. For years, I had to learn how to be human again. To talk normal. Walk normal. I mourned the loss of my wife and child throughout that time. I knew it was no fault of my own, but I knew that didn't make it hurt any less. I was angry. And it took me seemingly forever to put myself back together so that I could get on...assimilate to the New World, in a way.
2090 - 2095. Chewing past my grief, I was planning a way to get into community. I hated what the Military had turned into, this fear-mongering entity. So, my plan was to join Eclipse, a faction of which I'd heard its existence. There, I made myself versatile so that I could slowly climb up in rank.
